The arrangement of the greenhouse garden is very different, it is better to say that it is a garden, but it is a studio, and the paintings placed on the left and right are not lacking in the free and easy style of everyone's works.

The oil painting in the middle of the innermost part can be seen not to be done by the painters, and the brushwork is immature, but it can also be seen that the mind of the painter is delicate, and the details are handled very properly.

Is it just that the temperature and humidity in this glass-enclosed greenhouse garden? How can these paintings be preserved so well? Scarlet couldn't help but look over again.

The fawn fiddled with the flower bones, noticing that Scarlet Luo was slow to respond. Asked again. "What do you think, Scarlet?"

"How about we plant some more?"

Still no response. The fawn turned around, but just in time to see the back of Scarlet Luo about to leave.

"Scarlet?" I was about to catch up, "Ahhh

Just as the fawn was about to fall off the flower platform, Scarlet Luo rushed back in time, as if it was just an instant, Scarlet Luo's left hand had already supported the deer's waist, and his right hand had already clasped her neck - hugging her.

The deer panicked and subconsciously hugged Scarlet Luo's neck, not daring to open his eyes.

Hurt!

Scarlet frowned.

The stabbing pain from his left arm made Scarlet Luo's left hand instantly lose its strength.

Arms twitched, fingers twisted and trembling.

The fawn in his arms lost his support and fell back to the flower platform at once.

Second! The arm grazed the thorn directly, and in an instant, a trail of blood came out.

Scarlet's deep pupils dilated suddenly.

After the shock, Scarlet didn't know how to face her. Instead of saving people, she threw people into the flowers, and although the thorns of the newly opened flower bones had not yet fully grown, they were enough to cut through her tender skin.

Fawn's white arms began to bleed scarlet blood, stabbing Scarlet's eyes.

She silently hid her arms behind her back, and deliberately said coquettishly: "I'm so stupid, I didn't even hold you and fell off." "Speak lightly and gesture to stand up.

Before ......he could stand up, he fell back again on his feet. The arm that was already injured was injured a second time.

Xiaolu immediately retracted his hand behind his back, gasped, bit his lower lip and pulled out a nonchalant smile, but in his heart he spit on himself: Why are you so stupid?

If you want to cover it, how can Scarlet Luo not understand.

The deep darkness of his eyes became obscure, and he turned away in embarrassment.

His tall and cold back looked at the fawn's eyes, and a pool of tears instantly accumulated in his eyes. With her back to her, she didn't have to hide it.

The unbloomed rose bushes, surrounded by the refreshing fragrance of flowers, the white petite figure sat in embarrassment, and the tall and majestic man only left her with an indifferent back.

An indescribable sensation is like a choked thorn in the throat, unable to swallow and spit out.

She wasn't sad about herself, she was feeling sorry for him.

After the reunion, he always used indifference to hide himself, which was completely different from the wanton and frivolous he he had seen when he was fifteen.

Arm recovery training again and again, the training equipment that he couldn't pick up countless times, his inferiority complex that he couldn't hide, and finally replaced it with silence.

Lowered eyes. She really hopes that Scarlet Luo will change back to her original self, although her personality is stinky and there is no one in her eyes, but at least she is not as sad as she is now.

Yes, she could feel that all his disguises were meant to hide his sadness.

A hoarse and deep voice sounded in his ears, "Come up, I'll take you back." ”

The sound was obviously difficult, but at the moment it was like the strings of a cello in the fawn's ears, and he plucked it gently, and the sound shook her heartstrings.

When he looked up, Scarlet Luo was already slowly squatting.

The fawn choked and nodded, "Hmm." The peach-like face instantly bloomed with a gorgeous smile, and bean-sized tears poured out of his eyes uncontrollably.

Quickly wipe it off with your hands.

As if in an instant, all the pain and nerves disappeared, and she climbed up his back with difficulty, and her arms carefully wrapped around Scarlet's neck, thinking that the blood would stain his clothes, but forgetting that the dust had already soiled his white shirt.

His back, warm and generous, brought her an unprecedented sense of security, and she quietly stuck to it.

"Scarlet, can I like you?"

Leaning on his back, he whispered softly, his voice as soft as if deep in his throat.

She could feel his muscles tense for a moment.

But he didn't answer.

Fortunately, there was no refusal.

The fawn thought: Maybe this is the best response.

Silently tighten the strength of your arms.

Will you like me, Scarlet?

She didn't dare to ask this sentence, she could only hug him tightly, as if as long as she hugged him at this moment - he was her own!

Behind them, the flower bones that had just been rendered with blood bloomed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the gorgeous roses with the dots of blood were bewitching and charming.